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Really, it was the name itself that caught him off guard. A Dragonblade, sure. But he hadn't exactly expected Celes Chere. Co-founder of the Dragonblades. There she was, standing right in front of him. That seemed to get something of a reaction out of him. If he had given off the appearance of being drunk, then he definitely seemed to sober up. "Holy shit. Celes Chere. I am the luckiest guy right now." He remarked, seemingly completely unaware of how something like that would sound like. What in the world was Celes Chere doing here, anyway? Leaning back against the table, his hands gripped the edge, tapping a foot against the wooden floor while his fingers tapped against the underside. There was a rhythm to it, maybe a song he'd had stuck in his head or something. The rest of the place didn't seem to really exist to him, and it was returned. If there were any glances, it was at Celes. She was the one with the name, after all.
And then Alexander opened his mouth again. "See, I'm aware of the iceberg principle. You only see ten percent of what's going on." His right hand stopped rapping his fingers, arm sliding down a bit so he could point at her from his hip. "If all anyone ever sees is Caius gallivanting about, getting ceremonial with the king, statues in his honor, and being swooned over, that makes you the ninety percent that keeps the Dragonblades, you know, actually functioning." Really, that she was here somewhat surprised him. She must have had a back up in place or something. Caius didn't strike him as the administrative type. Or someone who really understood logistics. And while he definitely had that stoic appearance about him, that didn't really translate into being able to put people back in line once they stepped out of it. And the lack of discipline in a centralized mercenary company could cause a rapid death spiral. "So, I really hope this hunt takes a good, long while. The longer you're here, the more likely that place will burn to the ground without you." He couldn't help but grin.
As for leads, well. He was somewhat indignant at that, his grin fading some, but not entirely. "Also, I do have a lead. Somewhat. Really, just venturing into their territory should tell one way or the other. With poachers it's easy enough to find signs they were there. If not, well, whatever is muscling them out then, I should be able to figure out. Like I said, master monster hunter." In short, no, he had no leads whatsoever. But he'd figure it out as they went. It'd make a fun adventure, wouldn't it? And getting there. How did she get here? Did she need transportation? He leaned over a little, taking a quick glance at her head before nodding. "Let's see... yep. Five-seven, just like Cassie. Really, the resemblance is uncanny. That's a disturbing implication for Caius. Anyway, Ragnabawk can fit two in that case. You need a ride?" He didn't think Ragnabawk would give them much grief, at least. If he did, well, they'd find out when they got thrown off. Ragnabawk could be stubborn like that.
Apologize? Just apologize? In truth, it made perfect sense. Maybe Prompto was the type to just move on after an apology. It's just, Alex coughed. He uh, well, in truth. "Oh, I apologized. Right away." He knew he had screwed up the second he said it and tried to smooth it over. "It just... didn't work." Yeah, that. That had gone disastrously terrible. Really it set the mood for their entire relationship, now that he thought about it. No matter what, he never could get Prompto to really open up like that. Though he had to wonder, if Prompto's best friend didn't have the right advice there, well, maybe Noctis had a point. Maybe Prompto was far different from how he used to be. Different enough that Noct himself didn't quite have the bead he used to. His frown deepened somewhat. What did that mean for the Scions? If they showed up, would they still be the same people that he knew? Perhaps it would be a blessing when they inevitably didn't remember him.
It was more hearing about Ardyn that got Alex's attention for the moment. He figured he was the stuff of nightmares for Prompto because Prompto was just some guy with a pistol. But no, there were issues beyond that. Powers Ardyn held. Alex crossed one leg over the other, leaning back as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But, huh. You know, Ardyn sounds like a beee-" He trailed, his eyes drifting from the wall back to Noctis in a moment of panic. B-Rate Ascian. Those were the words he was about to say, catching himself and letting out a strangled "-aaaad guy. Real bad guy." He coughed, inwardly congratulating himself on the save. He would not make the same mistake he made with Prompto. He could have his moments of stupid, even he could admit that, but he wouldn't make that same mistake twice. In an attempt to immediately deflect, "But I will definitely help you with your immortal problem. Whether you want me to teach you how to kill them, or whether you just, you know, want to point me at Ardyn or something." He offered.
So far, Ardyn was still pretty small time for him. Which was weird, he'd seen what Noctis could do. Why did Ardyn still live?
Though, was it safe to speak up about that? It was Noctis, right? "Something like that, I'd keep Ardyn's overall strength in mind. Like, if I'm having way too easy of a time, I'd be wary. Prompto's not going to fight back against you, so that might be a clue. Because from the sounds of it, he can only swap appearances, right? When he did that, how was Ardyn-slash-Prompto acting, you know? It's-it's--shit, um. Okay." He clapped his hands together, maybe something from his own experience? It wasn't identical, but maybe it could work. "So, in one of the reflections of my world, we had an Ascian named Elidibus, and he could possess people, and he wound up possessing the body of a-a-friend," Wow, yeah, in the end Ardbert had turned out to be a friend, hasn't he? He could almost feel the amusement from the Warrior rejoined. "I asked him how his companion Seto was doing. I knew Seto was fine, but Elidibus had to pause, and then remarked that he mourned Seto's passing. So, you know, he'd just tripped." Enunciating his words with hands, he paused before letting out an embarrassed cough.
"So um, I laughed at him. Told him I thought he was supposed to be good at that, and he got mad." Probably not the best way to handle it in hindsight, now that he thought about it. "So, you know, maybe like a question only you guys could answer?" Should he warn him about Elidibus? No, none of the Ascians had appeared in this world yet, and he doubted that they would any time soon. For the best, he admitted. Elidibus would proably be stronger here than back home. That was a scary thought. He'd only pulled through the first time because of a last second save by Emet-Selch that he would never thank the man for. He never understood why Cassandra always shot googly eyes at the man. It only got worse in Elpis. Wait, no, hold on. Alex shook his head before starting at Noctis. He was getting off track. No, they could not be derailed this early. They were better than that.
Lacing his fingers together, he moved back on topic. Somewhat. "I've... never told Prompto any of this, by the way. He just thinks I'm some bumblefuck adventurer. Should I tell him? I'll admit I've enjoyed being seen as just an adventurer, so, my bad. But, I've always gotten the feeling that if he knew what I actually was, that would be it. It'd be over. The guy would hiss at me like an angry cat whenever he saw me and never say another word." Noctis would know for sure though. He hoped. He was already a little off with the apology bit. With all the tension between Alex and Prompto already, he just had a gut feeling that being a constantly reincarnating warrior of light wouldn't go over any better than mentioning Ardyn had. He was already on thin ice with the guy, why make it any worse? He looked over Noct's shoulder, leaning to the right a little as he noticed Prompto's Calico sneaking about. Yeah, angry cat was a good way to put it.
As he walked through the markets, some more reputable than others, the chill of the freshly arrived winter didn't even seem to phase him. For once, Alexander Sorel was in a good mood. Looking at the copy of the contract papers on his Tomestone, he scrolled down to take another good look at his signature, and reminded himself that it had been paid in full. Paid. In. Full. He'd gotten an amazing windfall and it took only now to truly realize it, thinking back to the reason why; a certain name in a book making his life so much easier. Exceptionalism and professionalism apparently went a long way. That, and well. Anyway, the Dragonblades could also suck a fat one. He was getting ready to be involved in a heist-like prison break, he hadn't gotten to do something like that before, so that was going to be a brand new adventure. For the first time in a very long time, things were looking up for Alex, and it reflected in his mood. Gone was the usual moodiness and irritability, and he seemed to be smiling. Smiling!
He even seemed to be humming a strange tune as he stopped and fished through his jacket. Looking at a few papers, jobs that he'd managed to pick up, he had more and more work to do. He'd gotten another chance, was the way he saw it, and he really needed to capitalize on it before it could vanish through his fingers. And well, there was an opportunity. As he was passing by, he noticed in a shed of steel, of all things, a motorcycle. All the way here in Provo, in the markets. Oh, sure, there were refueling stations, but no one brought something like that this far in without purpose. The myriad parts stowed away and tools hanging on walls made it obvious that it was having issues. And the owner... well the owner stood out. Especially his hair, spiky and blonde. Alex looked at him for a moment before static seemed to overwhelm him. Brief flashes of a ponytailed youth he recognized motioning at this guy, as if trying to make an introduction. Anything important however, was drowned out by the static. It lasted briefly, only a moment or more, and Alex grimaced, raising his head he didn't know he'd lowered. He'd put his papers away and massaged his temple as he could feel a headache coming.
Oh, hell, that was the Echo, wasn't it?
Why was he getting an Echo vision of this guy when it'd never fired on Zephon before? And why was it so... static-y? His experience with the Echo had always been exceptionally clear, as if he were there living it. This felt like a faded memory from another party. And did this guy even know Ramza? He had been certain the ponytailed youth had been the Beoulve boy. But that made no sense, the fashion didn't fit at all. An otherworldly visitor? But, that made no sense, the veil between worlds hadn't been as weak as it was in his time. He thought to the papers in his jacket, and back to the man. He was muscular and lean, an ideal heroic frame. His boots were zipped and tied, like he was fresh from military life. He looked full of determination, fixed on his goal, ready to face the challenge ahead. It was too strange to simply walk away from, not when he got a reaction like that. Furthermore, why had it never worked with Prompto? If ever there was a time where he would have really liked the Echo to show itself again, it would've been really helpful there!
Shit, his mood was going down, when it had been so good, earlier!. He took a deep breath, ignoring the growing, throbbing pain in his skull, and stepped closer to the shop, fighting down the growing agitation. If this guy new Ramza, and was as good as he looked... well, one good turn for the Rising Stones deserved another, right? And while it would be rude to interrupt, the best way to simply make one's intent clear, was to stare. Obviously. Stare, and wait. Those papers may yet find use before he even got back, if all things worked out. Besides, this guy could probably use a hand for paying for repairs, right?
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jul 4, 2022 16:17:59 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
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So he had to give her credit, she was being more than fair. Understanding and giving him multiple options. In all honesty, this was turning out to be a very pleasant affair. At least he was kind of thinking that she wasn't just trying to butter him up. Probably. "Protection and tracking is fine." He nodded. It gave her what she needed, or wanted, to know. In truth, that was what he was best at, but he wouldn't say that part out loud. But if she was willing to give him the choice, then he knew which one he was going to go with. "For this in particular, I'll do favors as you need them." Tit for tat. Something that, once done, he could brush off and they could be done with each other if that was all that was being exchanged between the two. He didn't exactly ask her to take part in getting Ignis and Gladio out. She was free to find out then simply wash her hands of the whole affair, keep herself mostly clean.
But, going off of tit for tat... she had brought up this Velvet Street. "But you mentioned a duo..." A duo would be an ongoing arrangement. Something that would see schedules made and kept or altered as needed. He scratched his chin slightly, eyes narrowing it as he considered it. Crossing one leg over the other, he wondered whether he should. It was low, a real low blow to do. But then he thought of Cassandra, and any guilt forming seemed to be brushed away. His lips pursed before he spoke up. "You know, getting inside information on what the Dragonblades are up to would be handy as a guildmaster, myself." After all, if they could poach his employees, then it was only fair that he could poach their jobs if he got word of them, right? Besides, with how adored Caius was and how busy the Dragonblades surely were, maybe they'd even appreciate having a load taken off. He knew that was bunk, but it was still an amusing thought.
His eyes widened back, and he looked at Cissnei.
"So, if you can keep me, uh, informed, I'll help with your duo act." Something ongoing for something ongoing. Besides, he had an idea of Velvet Street. Sonora in itself told him plenty that would be waiting for him as it was. He paused for a moment before he added, "Did I mention I actually worked at the Masked Carnivale back in my world? Had a costume and everything." In other words, I've done this before, I'm a professional. The unspoken words. But if the Great Azuro were to return, well, for a duo the answer was obvious. "I should be able to fashion a crystal for you that'd let you learn Blue Magic. It'd take some time, but I can do it." Honestly, he wouldn't say it, but they were the easiest crystals to make. Soul Crystals required the pouring of experience into said crystal, so that it could bestow its knowledge upon the wielder. A Blue Mage was a blank slate. You gave them the empty crystal and told them to go have fun.
The Whalaqee made sure to give him that shifting sword-axe before sending him off, at least.
Leaning back, he pulled back his words, slightly. The offer was out there, naturally."Of course, I'm getting ahead of myself." Far too ahead. "Asking for information on a one time affair might be one thing. Looking after an established hero's business is probably another. If you're not comfortable with that, we can figure something else out." Yeah, that was how he would word it. Babysitting didn't come across nearly as badly as corporate espionage did. But she was an info broker, it was her job, right? Well, no, not really, he reminded himself. Gathering information didn't automatically make one a competent spy. At least it wasn't a request for assassination or theft. Well, not assassination, he wasn't really sure how theft worked into the whole spying thing.
While Alex was, of course, overjoyed by seeing the joyless samurai sign his name, he most definitely was not expecting that vitriolic of a reaction. Grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm away while Sephiroth put some distance between himself. Alex flicked his wrist a few times, golden eyes watching for any sign of... something. He wasn't exactly sure what. "Sheesh, you act like I was going to kill you with a deathtouch or something." For someone who was so bad at expressing themselves, that really was over the top. To be fair to Sephiroth, there was a Death spell, but that only worked through extreme mental suggestion, not a death touch. ... Maybe he could find some other way to work it in the future. Just... if he could ever figure it out without the whole mentally suggesting dying thing. A man could dream.
He sighed, letting Sephiroth keep his distance as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his glowing hand. It was at this moment he realized he still had the spell going, and quickly dismissed it, shaking his hand a bit like flinging off water. Crossing his arms, Alex spoke up. "It was a mimic spell. Aetherial Mimicry. I'd have had all the skills you learned over your lifetime, to your level. It would've given me an instantaneous understanding of your capabilities. Nothing more. I've just been told it feels unpleasant for a moment." Of course, he knew it wasn't perfect. It couldn't mimic anything inborn or you just had. But he doubted Sephiroth had anything like that. Aerith would have told him. Surely. She didn't seem like the type to send someone off to their potential doom with little to no information.
"You sure you don't want to be pointing your sword at me while you're at it? No? Might make you feel better?" It was a suggestion, anyway. That still left the matter of what Sephiroth offered, and that was fair. He had set boundaries, Alex would do his best to respect them. Well, try to anyway. "But to answer your question I suppose a bit of both. First, give me the rundown of what you got. Because I do need to gear up if we're going to do the latter." With that, he went over to the desk, leaning over it as he fished out a bastard sword from beneath said desk. Giving it a good twirl or two, he mumbled something before looking to the back. "Hey, Noct! Can you do me a favor and--wait, he's gone, right, nevermind." Second time today. Maybe he was more used to the guy hanging around.
It'd have to wait a bit, he guessed. "I'll gear up after you're done." He remarked, taking a seat, leaning forward on the pommel of his sword as its tip dug into the wooden boards. Seemed fair. He reached over, pulling the book back over to him. But well, he felt the need to add on "Second, I'm something of a fighter, myself. So, you know, like you mean to kill me." He knew Sephiroth was good with a sword, but it couldn't be that much more, right? He wanted to get a good read on the guy, after all. But for now, he waited for Sephiroth to do his best to sell his skills.
"And then he just kind of, shut down." Alex had an issue, one that only Noctis Lucis Caelum could solve. Namely, a spindly, spiky haired, camera obsessed shaped issue. "Like, I get it. It's a massive gulf, and some guy who just regenerates may be normal to me, but to Prompto he's the stuff of nightmares. I own that, it's me being a moron and I didn't realize that." And he would own it. He had made a colossal miscalculation regarding Prompto, and it hurt the poor guy. In truth, this conversation had been going on for a bit, recounting exactly what had been happening, and Prompto took up quite a bit of it. Of course, he didn't tell Noctis everything. The King of Light did not need to know that Alex thought his fiancee had hips to die for. There was just no way that kind of revelation would go over well, he was sure of it. And so, it was just one minor thing that he had left out of the cascade.
Sitting at a table in the Rising Stones, which was still a mess, he tapped a finger against his temple, while his other hand tapped a finger against a bottle. "But it's like one faux pas after another. I have absolutely no idea how to handle him. Thal's Balls, man, he gets really mad whenever I allude to the fact I know you in any way." That one didn't set well with him. He was willing to put up with a lot, but being called a liar was a step too far for him. He'd tried being nice, he'd tried pushing a bit, but neither worked. He could just kinda kick Prompto around but he had a feeling that wouldn't work either. Only one of the two sitting in this room was a Prompto expert, and it wasn't Alex. "And you're his, like, BFF, or--wait, I actually have questions about the Crownsguard. But we'll get to that later." He did say to himself that he would actually ask about Eosian culture when he had the chance. This probably just wasn't a good time.
Besides, he was sure Noctis would have lots of questions of his own that would get squeezed in the middle of all this.
But this was his chance to actually try and bridge the chasm and maybe mend some of the hurts that he'd accidentally inflicted. "It's just, when you were in my world, you took a night to go camping. You asked why I adventure. I told you it's because I just enjoy spending time with people I love, and you compared me to Prompto and called him the life of the party and that he gets along with everyone. I figured out of everyone, Prompto would be the easy one to get along with. Where am I going wrong, here?" This was something that had obviously been bothering Alex. A lot. Enough that once Noct had been settled in a bit, Alex had decided to bring it up. He needed help, and Noctis Lucis Caelum was his only hope.
Alex followed Sephiroth's gaze, noting that it landed somewhere in the vicinity of the window. At least that's what he thought Sephiroth was looking at. Not much else interesting there. Why in the world was--did he think Alex was going to attack him?! "Six months. From when I saw you in the cafe. To heal." He answered flatly, eyes boring back to Sephiroth. "The guilt's gotten to you, hasn't it." Yeah, he totally had him nailed the moment he saw him. He was just that good. He resisted the urge to pump his fist in celebration. Doubly so when it also meant that Sephiroth was here for work, having said as much. From what he understood, Sephiroth was a swordmaster, that in itself was a massive gain for him! A competent veteran that he could trust more dangerous jobs to! Probably! He really had to figure the guy out, first.
Leaning back, he rolled his shoulders. "But, the offer stands. First," He moved, grabbing the large book that Sephiroth had noticed, along with a quill, and plopping both down in front of him. "Sign here." He pointed at the first open space. That was all, he just needed a name. Something to show that the numbers were growing, especially if they had different handwriting. He'd considered just writing names down, but then realized people would probably wise up to it. "I do need to get a feel for what you can do." Prompto had given a decent display in Sonora, and he never intended to send Prompto out to fight at first. Noctis, he already knew what Noctis could do firsthand. Sephiroth... he had ideas, but nothing concrete. "Normally, I'd just talk to you about, but you've got the social grace of a drunk Morbol, so in your case..." He felt it was an apt comparison.
He held up a single hand, as it began to glow with the soft light of magic. "We can do this the normal way, or I touch you and I get everything I need to know in a second or so." The fingers started wriggling. It'd be a simple spell, and he was certain that Sephiroth would appreciate such a shortcut, and there would be absolutely no problems with it. He seemed to be inching closer. "I must warn you, it apparently feels like being dunked in ice water." He was definitely inching closer. "And getting a static shock at the same time." Of course, he never knew for certain, he couldn't exactly use it on himself, now could he?
Yeah, there was... a lot. There was a lot he was going to have to go over with her. ... Should he be talking about this? He wondered about her going back, but he was way too far past the point of no return. So he continued on. Waving his hand. "Oh, it's not underwater anymore. Only briefly after the War of the Magi. It's under sand, now. I'd rather have water, to be honest. I don't like sand. It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere. Unfortunately, that is where your kingdom lies." Which came to the Auracite. "Also, we kind of retrieved the Auracite. I didn't know you called them Lucavi, but, I mean. All water under the bridge now. Taken care of. There are no Lucavi rulers." He'd leave out the part where Garlemald had been freely using the Auracite in a war. It had given one Legion far too much power, and he hoped Gabranth rotted. He was one of many, though, that didn't exactly buy the reports about his death.
The mention of Ramza, contrast to the rest, did not cause any pain for Alexander. Instead, it was a name he knew well. He nodded, motioning in the direction of his shop. They had time for a brief walk as he led the way. She wanted to know about him, did she? Maybe someone close to him? "But to answer your question about Ramza..." How best to phrase this. Because he frankly, he didn't know how she knew him. Then decided it didn't matter. Alexander was far too confident in his own capabilities for his own good. "Originally, he was branded as a heretic and a villain, while Delita was hailed as the great hero of Ivalice. When we found out the truth regarding the High Seraph though, that changed. Whether or not you side with the man, Ramza has been vindicated and is now seen as the Warrior of Light that he truly was." Having sacrificed himself, and his fellow warriors alongside him, to seal Ultima away so she could be killed at last, well, it was something worth celebrating.
Damn though, she went right for the throat. "And as for your other question. It's... a world. With people and their lives, I guess. It's just about the others trying to survive. There's no singular tyrant, but Sonora can be a bit fussy. I'd stay away from there if I were you. Intensely xenophobic and the law there loves coming down on Outlanders." He really hoped that she wouldn't go charging in to try and stop Sonora. He really only seemed to have luck with people from Noctis's entourage and he could already tell she was not one of them. ... She wouldn't consider Noctis to be a tyrant, would she? King of Light, and all that. "You uh, you're a real knight in shining armor, aren't you?" He candidly observed.
Did he mean Caius? Alex narrowed his gaze a little at the mention of the Dragonblade leader. No, Caius didn't have spiked hair, of course not. Though Caius had his own sins to repent for. "Ooooh, don't even get me started on Caius. Thanks to him I'm taking care of Ryne all by myself thanks to Cassandra having run off for him. So. Yeah. Great." Just at the first opportunity that things got difficult, she was gone! Bah! "But, wait, no, hold on, what's this about me framing you? No, I'm not going to frame you." He looked offended by the accusation. Here he was, trying to offer his own life experience and she just, threw it back at him! Accused him of nefarious intentions! "Look, I've got honor. If I wanted the Dragonblades really gone. I'd just march in, take you all on by myself, and march out with my dog." There was an idea. Did anything really prevent him from just... kicking the door in?
His brows perked at the thought of that, placing a hand under his chin. "Actually..." Yeah, there was an idea. He seemed to dismiss it just as quick though with a wave of his hand. They were getting off track again. "Sucks about that one person though. But it sounds about right; Griffons are apex predators. You don't just take one out. In truth, there's a good chance a lot of these guys won't come back if they go for it." Though he wasn't concerned about them. They were mercenaries, they had signed up for this. They knew what they were getting into. Probably. Maybe they weren't entirely aware of a Griffon's intelligence, but, hey. Live and learn. "Really, I've got a simple plan for this. Find out the real cause, and then go after that. Like I said; either poaching, or another apex moving in. Beatings if poaching, hunting if not. Prefer apex." He clapped his hands together in a form of agreement.
"Yes, I quite like this. You're about to work with a master monster hunter. Born and raised in the New World. We'll head up and into the mountainous woods." And that was why he preferred an apex. Blue Mages made the best monster slayers. "I am Alexander Sorel, Guildmaster of the Rising Stones and adventurer extraordinaire!" He dramatically flashed his hands. "And who are you, my newly acquainted Dragonblade?" So, apparently after all this fuss about the Dragonblades, he didn't even recognize her. Awesome. This was clearly going to go perfectly well and would have no issues whatsoever.
Post by Alexander Sorel on May 31, 2022 15:10:05 GMT -6
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Tell her about himself? Alex blinked for a moment. Good golly gosh, where in the absolute hell could he even start with that? Finally, he just took a deep breath. Best to keep it simple, keep it boring. Besides, he doubted she'd believe the whole story, anyway. It did sound kind of preposterous at times. "I'm Alex. I'm an adventurer by trade. Not a mercenary, there's a difference. I don't do assassinations." He remarked, before adding on with an embarrassed cough. "Well uh, the regular kind, anyway. If you need me to, for example, kill ten wolves and skin 'em, I can do that." Wasn't that kind of assassination? Maybe more extermination, but the point was he could be hired to go kill something. Just not people. Nope. That was where he and Mercenaries drew the line. And where he and Caius drew the line, apparently.
"I also don't steal--" Images of all the times he had done exactly that flashed through his mind. Hell, he'd stolen a pair of pants for Hildibrand. So he cut himself off, pursed his lips, and waved his hand and shook his head. "Anyway." They were not going to be discussing that. And the less she thought she could use her for break ins... wait, no, the Prison Break was going to be a break in, wasn't it? Shit. These realizations caused Alexander to pause for a moment, eyes widening slightly before he returned to looking at her. But really, resources and favors? She was about to find that while he could be pliable, he wouldn't be bent so easily. Not to say that he wouldn't help her out with exactly those. It was just... he had his limits. Of course, he'd noticed the widening of her eyes at the mention of Ignis. But he didn't mention it at the moment.
He continued on. How to best skirt all of this? "Anyway, as you've probably guessed, I'm from a different world called Etheirys. If you haven't heard of it, don't be surprised. The amount of people I've met from it, I can count on one hand." No... real need to go into the reflections and the Source and the sundering and the Warrior of Light and all that. No no, nothing good could come from that. He blinked for a moment before adding on. "And I can do magic." He remarked as he clapped his hands and pulled them apart, a rainbow forming between his hands before flicking them, and the rainbow, away in a shower of glittery sparkles. He could put on a show if he wanted. Came with having been the Great Azuro at one point in his life.
"I do appreciate the half-off discount though, truly." Wait. Shit. It hit him then. It was probably half-off because of Ignis, wasn't it? He wanted to help two, half of two was one--Godsdammit, there went his leverage about Ignis. Gone in the blink of an eye.
